you are a dropped wine glass
on a clean floor.
so i fix the mess
and wring the mop,
my hands are cut
with the glass shards.
DU LIEST GERADE
star dust.
Poetryi'm left here in the dust with the taste of broken trust. - ; words that sting my tongue, aching to be heard and understood.
red wine on white tiles
you are a dropped wine glass
on a clean floor.
so i fix the mess
and wring the mop,
my hands are cut
with the glass shards.
